Scout ahead, they said! Yeah, sure, why not, just let him go straight into this vampire-infested cave system, because that's so simple! Ugh, and yet here he is, doing just that. Go in, look around, see who you find, meet back at the fortress. Shima guesses he can deal with a plan that simple, even if he would have preferred to skip the 'check the caves' part.

The wards have since dropped, the fight at the entrance concluded save for staving off the neonates that were near enough to make a rush at it. He's passed those, though, moving swiftly and silently from rocky outcropping to rocky outcropping, shadow to shadow, the rings on his staff have been tied down to minimize noise (ring chimes would be a dead giveaway, even he knows that). Wisps of black fire follow in his wake, streaming out from the top of K'rik.

"Come on, come on, where are they? Just look for anyone who's been growin' animal parts or whatever, this shouldn't be that hard!"

He mutters that to himself, though he honestly should know better. Even a mutter is audible to sharp vampire ears but worse? So's a living heartbeat. It's only a matter of time before the other denizens of the caverns pick up he's there... or the other carnival workers, depending!